Filthy Rich Alpha - Virna DePaul Page 0,59

make that happen for her. But not just yet. For now, he’d simply tease her a little. Make her want him a lot.

Because he loved that flush on her cheeks. Loved the way she sucked in a delicate breath. Loved how her chest rose up down in rapid succession.

Loved knowing he could bring her to ecstasy.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her neck, then slid them up so he could nibble the outside of her ear as he flicked the inside lightly with his tongue. He could feel the goose bumps rise as they ran down her arms.

He pulled her in closer, settling his hands around her waist. He turned her around and pulled her in for a kiss. She was tense at first, but as his tongue slipped in between her soft lips he felt her relaxing in his arms, and then kissing him back. He ran his hands up and down her back, and on the last pass he caught the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up so he could grab her ass with both hands. He slipped his hands down inside her lacy underwear and kneaded and massaged her as they kissed.

His touch on her bare skin seemed to incite her, and their kiss grew more passionate. She moaned as he continued to knead, and his fingers slipped lower and lower so they could lightly graze where she was already wet. Cupping her there, he steered her up against the counter.

“In the kitchen?” she breathed. “Naughty boy.”

“Naughty girl,” he said, joining in on her teasing. “No, naughty woman, actually. Beautiful and exquisite woman.”

He slid his hands up her body, lifting the shirt up as he went. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat.

“God, I love it when I make you moan,” he said, then nipped the side of her neck. “It’s a delicate sound, but earthy. And your eyes close when you do it—I love seeing your eyelashes on your cheeks. Beautiful. Like you.”

He twisted her shirt in his hand, then pulled it off and tossed it to the floor.

He leaned down and kissed first one of her breasts and then the other. She shivered as his tongue shot out and flicked across one hard nipple. He sucked it in, hard, causing her to gasp and grab his face to hold him in place.

He reached underneath her, still holding one nipple gently between his teeth, and lifted her up onto the counter. He pulled off the panties she was wearing and let them join the nightshirt on the floor. The kettle began to rumble as the water boiled, so he reached over and turned that off before he crouched between her open thighs.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

And she was.

Soft. Pink. Like petals on a flower.

“Branden…” Cara whispered, and tried to pull her knees together.

He put his hands on her knees and spread her even wider. He knew she wanted this. Wanted him to look at her and adore her the way the woodcut husband had looked at and adored his wife.

“I won’t stop. I have to see you.”

“But I’m…it’s not…I mean…”

He knew what she meant. “You are, though. Beautiful. Alluring. Seductive. And I see you. Completely.”

When she sucked in a shuddering breath, he cast his gaze upward and caught sight of her face—eyes squeezed tightly shut, the corner of her lip held by her white teeth, tension across her forehead.

“Believe me, Cara. Trust me.”

With those words, spoken with all the truth he had in him, her face relaxed. Softened. She stopped biting her lip and sighed, allowing her mouth to curve into a smile.

She trusted him. Trusted him to take control. To give her what she wanted. What she needed.

Something unfamiliar entered his bloodstream, poured through his veins, infused his pores. Something warm. Soft. Intense.

He fought against the rising sensation, struggling and battling against—what? Emotion, maybe? Whatever it was, he didn’t want it. Not now. Not ever.

He bent forward and licked her wet pussy.

A shudder hit him—God, she tasted good. Clean. Earthy. All woman. And so exquisitely Cara.

Cara groaned and wrapped her fingers in his hair. He used his tongue to slowly part her lips, wanting to immerse himself in her scent, her taste. Finding her swollen clit, he lapped at it hungrily as she squirmed and moaned on the cold tile counter. He licked her for several long moments before he sucked and nibbled on her clit. She cried out and the shudder came back, traversing his spine—he loved hearing her